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<title>Adrienne Dines</title><link>https://www.adriennedines.com/2009/05/</link><description>Online, in print...</description><language>en-GB</language>
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<item><title>I really ought to do this more often</title><link>https://www.adriennedines.com/2009/05/i-really-ought-to-do-this-more-often/</link><guid>https://www.adriennedines.com/2009/05/i-really-ought-to-do-this-more-often/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 20:49:24 &#43;0000</pubDate><description>
&lt;p&gt;I spoke to a friend the other day who is an avid blogger, Facebook groupie and general internet stalker.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She said, &amp;#8216;I&amp;#8217;ve been looking at your website, Adrienne, and I think it&amp;#8217;s very nice but you really ought to update it more often.&amp;#8217;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She&amp;#8217;s right, of course, and I had every intention of getting right onto it and blogging something marvellously witty so that comments would flood in and I&amp;#8217;d be innundated with things to say.  And that&amp;#8217;s where it all went wrong.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t cope with iny more nnundations at the moment.  &amp;#8216;Innundated&amp;#8217; has become my default setting. It pertains to the plot lines of the book I&amp;#8217;m workiing on (A Grand Illusion &amp;#8211; that&amp;#8217;s the title not a description of the work);  it pertains to the state of my house;  it pertains to the list of things I need to address.  It also pertains to the list of people on Facebook who have invited me to be their friend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m very flattered.  Each of them is someone I would really like to sit down and have a chat with, see how they&amp;#8217;re getting on and what they look like and what their families are up to but I know that if I accept their invitations, I will be consumed with keeping watch on all their cyberlives and lose track of what&amp;#8217;s happening in the very real space around me.  My innundation obligations will grow and grow and I will be swamped.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, I will systematically call them all, one by one and arrange to meet them for coffee, tea, lunch, supper or a drink &amp;#8211; or all of the above and enjoy time with the real person. I have made a list and filed it .&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Under &amp;#8216;I&amp;#8217;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ps. Had I had time to blog in the last few weeks, I would have commented on a luncheon I had recently.  I was invited as guest speaker by the &lt;strong&gt;Walton and Weybridge Branch of Save the Children &lt;/strong&gt;to talk at their 90th Anniversary Luncheon at Wimbledon Lawn Tennis Club.   What a lovely afternoon.  I met so many people who felt more like old friends than new acquaintances and was moved by the history and passion of this charity.  I look forward to meeting them again.&lt;/p&gt;

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